Water ran across the floor, the priestess soaked not only her body but mind in the revelations that occurred upon their return. He talk with the man she would always call father took an odd turn when he gave to her a letter from the one called “The Wanderer”. Inside it explained a possible connection to her past and the so called gift that ran though her blood. She had explained to the surprised Abbot of Isis’s true nature when she returned and it prompted to explain a letter sent from her brother Cormac whom may have the same gift. She stared at Isis across the room trying to make sense of this new found knowledge but to no avail. She beckoned for Isis to come closer as she moved to the edge of the bathtub.
“Isis .. I don’t really know what this means.. I know what I’ve been told.. but the idea that the same blood that made this shroud is in my veins as well” she spoke.. almost seemed to ramble on " I know it brought me you and I am grateful for it but.. does this make me into some monster..?". Isis let out an exasperated sigh as it sat a foot away from the tubs edge in Erima’s mind the idea of “Your over thinking this” popped into her head as Isis lifted her left paw and planted it softly onto the cleric’s face breaking her serious mood. “Jeez Isis you know how to put things into perspective..” She replied.
She was getting herself ready for the evening for some gathering they were having although her mind was elsewhere at the moment. She noticed that Tybalt’s demeanor was slightly off but it didn’t cross her mind to ask him about it. He lifted the dress to her she was about to ask him when he spoke his heart to her and placed a ring in her hand. She felt a sudden weakness run though her when she realized what was just said and took some effort on her part not drop to her knees. She faced him with tears in her eyes and replied to him..